"toked" poems
I'm mother ******* mischievous
Mysterious
And deviant
A whole new experience
No jokes
Man I'm serious
Delirious
Got some smoke
In my lungs
Gettin toked
Can't keep up
you a slow poke
I've been working on my flow
Not too fast and not too slow
Writin words and spittin rhymes
Never waste my ****** time
Cause I ball hard
Yeah that's my grind
want that money
******* fine
Want that Audi
sip on wine
Check my Rolex
About time
The throne is mine
Take your pick
have the treat
Or have the trick
Halloween
Yeah that's the ****
Dressing up
Like a kid
Livin like I'm ****** rich
ignorant
I gotta quit
Cause these raps
I write
And flows
I spit
Sell like ***
To a celebit
Celebrate
Cause we above the hate
We don't listen
they get irate
Im In good hands
That's Allstate
in a new state
Yeah new level
Turn up the bass
Hit the treble
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 7:12 PM UTC
flogging molly
shattered teeth from
tongue ring probably
splinted filled lungs
smoked all the trees been done
rolled from tobacco leafs been tongued
springs now sprung
the sleeves rolled pun
from cigarette smoked
till ashed and toked
not from greens
but ammo gold
its almost yellow
in store now sold
i speak to tease
devil only a tempted soul
i took the sum of both his needs from the tether pole
stood back to watch him j.cole
bitchbitchbitch
now let it go
roll and roll
did the grass and bridge toll
flu in the till and money bank cold
its full of dum dums and tattered
your girl speaks full *****
and is fatter
then ten nuns crushes
on our holy fathers matter
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 9:22 PM UTC
Change my blood into gold
Elixer of life
A toked up martyr
I must be philosopher ******
to be
so magical I transform change
the same I re-arrange
invert thought bubbles to elipse to make a circle out of cyst
Wand and Air
like pen and paper
convert the blank page to the strange
till the shoobies get ****** at the deviant sage
Hidden , covered by enigma...
Sometimes I write so hard I might just
Rip ya like paper
the message of saviors,
so heavy it topples the rules
like when the they drop bass in a rave yah
but treble not in ear sight,
As it breaks the music can also protect
what an insight.
Quarel with myself a couple times
like Quicksilver and sulfur
*Purification
dissolution
death
and ressurection
dissolve and let loose
the fatal connections*
Become alchemist like a potter and turn the clay to a vessel
IGNITE THE SPIRIT LEVEL
OVERCOME THE STRESSFUL
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 12:21 PM UTC
It’s worse than a hunger
But we try to make it
Go away
In any way
We can think to slake it
Try to drown it
Or smoke it out
Try to fill it with food
Try to exercise every **** day
It’s still a nagging, hollow, unbearable need
I need to throw something at it!
I drank lots of water
I worked out hard
I ate some junk food
And toked in the car
I wish I could make myself
Try really hard
But I’m numb and complacent
And my flesh won’t face it
Gotta’ get back to work
Gotta’ get back to work
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 4:30 PM UTC
The dwarf at the bus stop dressed in his camouflage.
Trying to escape from a fantasy.
He was on his way to upper earth.
He toked on his joint as for the bus he waited.
Had icicles on the tips of his beard, or maybe just drips of the tea that he'd dribbled.
He wasn't young, nor was he old.
He sure as hell looked very cold.
My bus came, carried me away.
Off into the fantasy of another great day.
The sun gleams redundantly, she's not warming the world.
Today's missing Fahrenheit are making my toes curl.
(c) Livvi
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 4:46 AM UTC
Like wow man what was that **** we smoked?
Must be some heavy **** man, that we just toked
Look in the mirror man, perhaps you'll see my point
Wow, what the hell man did you put in that last joint
My brain is hurting, my eyes are half closed and hazy
What has happened to your face man, I'm goin' crazy
Gotta get some fresh air man or I'm bound to flip
Smoked a coupla reefers, feels like an acid trip
Hell man you are really weird and looking queer
Mouth so big you could whisper in your own ear
Nose like a squashed peg, it is beginning to twitch
Man, your'e real ugly, a mean lookin' son of a *****
Your eyes are darting everywhere, God only knows how
With your tongue, you can even lick your own eyebrow
Tonsils are swollen, I can see right down your throat
Must have drank lots of beer coz your lunch is afloat
Man if you are going near a mirror turn off the light
If you see what I can see you'll probably die of fright
Perhaps it was the white powder that made you look queer
Can't blame the ***** coz Iv'e only been drinking light beer
Half of your guts came out last time you started to cough
Man, get outa my sight till these God dam drugs wear off
Now my veins feel like they'll burst, the blood is a pumpin'
Lungs are short of oxygen and my heart is really thimpin'
I know you think its funny ya ****** but please do not grin
Coz when you start smiling man, you are as ugly as sin
Gonna go to bed now man, see ya in the mornin' old friend
Hope when I wake up man, you are looking normal again
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 6:02 AM UTC
The boy was so much fun,
always smiling,
piling on the jokes
& he toked,
truly loved the ladies.
But sadly,
he's no longer with us.
Heath was taken out by a drunk
in the lone star state
just sitting on his Hayabusa,
a hit-and-run
at 2am,
it was as tragic.
Some say he had
a date with the devil,
but methinks he's playing
peekaboo with a blind squirrel
with all the angels,
still spinning his magic
above.
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 5:42 AM UTC
The after effect
of those deep inhalations
was as if time stopped.
I stepped out
from the lava lamp light
& into the brilliance of the kitchen
to fix myself a chicken salad sandwich.
I had never noticed the green tile in there before,
it accentuated the granite countertop,
brought out the grain on the door,
made the place look tranquil.
When I got back
to my beanbag chair,
I was sandwich-less
& wondered if I had actually
eaten one or had just
dreamt about it.
Then I noticed the lava lamp
was in full eruption,
it made my skin
look like the surface of the sun,
the walls look like hellfire,
and my sweetheart
a hot goddess.
When I awoke the next morning,
I knew I must of had some fun,
my stash was gone,
the *** bottle was empty
& my babe was asleep
buck naked,
wrapped up tight
right next to me,
which no joke,
meant I had toked up a storm, probably got drunk
& said **** Don Juan things.
Well you see,
she doesn't smoke or drink,
why else would
she have stayed with me?!
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 9:50 PM UTC
Mr. Fawcett
Was a friend
Who ran hot and cold.
When he was hot
He drank a lot,
And smoked and toked,
And ****** and slurred.
We thought him quite absurd.
He wheezed and coughed
And finally croaked,
Turning himself off.
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 11:35 AM UTC
Your words are like bombs spitting verbal shrapnel into the limbs of the world
Severing the artery of the weak and nimble as you sit and smile while you toked on your Black and Mild
Your words castrate our brains from our souls, leaving us with empty thoughts and ideas
We are left with nothing but envy, pity and remorse as you sit and smile while you toked on your Black and Mild
Your words are my fuel that ignite the flames of bitter sorrow and my kind heart
I will survive the onslaught of desire and fear as you sit and smile while you toked on your Black and Mild
Your words no longer hurt me, scorn me or scare me, they don't own me anymore
My weapon is my pen, my power are my words
So go ahead, sit and smile while you toked on your Black and Mild
I will extinguish the flame
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 11:15 PM UTC
The stars, they swirled then settled, shown bright the light piercing through the night straight to my heart
The beauty, breathless, we were four of us, drunk with joy, living the moment, the moment was endless. This was life thought I at 16, at 16 life was forever like the forever of the universe above.
I took a second puff, who knew it would change my life; I knew though I cared not, not when all was so stunningly beautiful as I was as they were as we were that very first night.
We where four, it was Summer, endless days upon a lake away from home sneaking off on our own until those days came to the end we dreaded so but who would've known us four would meet once more.
Back home we met when her parents weren't home and the joint was so perfect for the four of us alone, and we smoked and we toned and if only we had known this was it, it was great and it won't ever be the same.
White as snow like tiny crystals she and I in her bathroom with a foil folded midway so the smoke would rise our way through a straw I inhaled and the feeling **** was great and we got into my car, she and I, drove for hours out the city through the mountains down the coast with the air, air so fresh it smelled of her, her long hair, and her smile, and the music as our soundtrack.
Crystal **** was like joy on a silver sheet of paper we inhaled and we drove then we parked and we touched and we lived and we had loved, did we know that this was it or did we think it was the start
Of our lives we weren't kids, we were smart as smart can be, superhuman she and I as we smoked and toked and laughed and then we parked and the breeze and our bodies became one under the fading Autumn sun.
Winter came as did she with a glass pipe and a new drug for us to live life once more like once, once which wasn't so long gone but to us was like a lifetime so she dropped a rock of crack in the glass pipe which we passed
Back and forth as I drove windows down under the sun this was life WE were life who would ever question us, as the clouds gathered above, and they cried for both of us
Smoking crack thinking that life is worth no more than that, and as Winter drew to close, we were tired and alone but the pipe was such a bond and we drove with music on, parked the car atop a cliff and she stepped out high and light, light as air and her hair and her smile our eyes locked and the rock beneath her feet they gave way and she smiled she would fly since she was high...
And the end came swift and clean, she had slipped down the ravine.
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 6:13 PM UTC
first a blizzard of embarrassment
i went to a party in my guitar student’s apartment
she planned to debut her new guitar-picking
which was cool, friends make a sympathetic audience
what i didn’t know and she didn’t know
was that these were not her friends
it wasn’t her party, it was her roommates’ party
and when she turned down the hip-hop and started singing peter paul & mary
the guests were WHAT THE ****
normally i could roll with this but i’d just smoked a blizzard of ****
and was stupefied through the cornball song and hostile reaction
she wouldn’t stop leaving on a jet plane
and her stiff strumming was like a bucket of glue poured on me
who’d been introduced to the party as her brilliant guitar teacher
so much for recruiting new students at $20 a lesson
i was further stupefied by a coven of new arrivals
outside it was snowing, a blizzard, but these four girls were in halter tops
i was lost in a broad panorama, ******* all around
stunning pot-smoking showcase **** taking huge breaths
i toked just to hang out, which painted me especially purple
after a happy half hour i realized, being a married man
it wasn’t time to make friends, it was time to go
so i exited the party and dug out my car
the snow was smooth, untrammeled
i turned on the radio, the grateful dead—
PERFECT
i ignited my sled and slid out, streets clear thanks to the blizzard
but half a block from the house i picked up a police car
following 15 feet behind me all the way across town
i was drunk, ****** & stupefied
and we were alone in the city, no distractions
the blizzard was wicked, the snow as intense as a plague
that’s how we rolled, and it felt like the cops tailed me
all the way down from the arctic circle
Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 8:09 AM UTC
One of the thickest shields we guard our egos with is one forged of brittle facade.
In-group, we sling our shields on our backs barricading our collective intentions and feelings that connect us.
Out-group, our shields are presented. Behind it we read off concealed truth engraved magically on the back of our facade.
We perceive losing our shield as a pathway to social death. We will be ridiculed, challenged, and sought after in hatred and disgust.
Thick but fragile. Our shield’s composition is easily seen through. But out of mutual insincere dictation from our facades, both parties ignore the barricade.
If we put down our defenses and toked out-group like we did in-group our collective mind would be broadened.
The now in-achievable would become effortless. A call back...
Blemmy Monster: “To bad most aren't willing to give up what they treasure most (ego). The acreage of Real discovery and accomplishment is a fertile, vestal place with unimaginable possibilities. Hopefully one day we will come together and parade through its pastures and meadows as one.”
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 1:57 AM UTC